2 chapter I language of poetry and poetic language

The object of this study is analyzing language of poetry in the works of John Berryman.
The purpose of this work is to show stylistic analysis of some poems of John Berryman.
To achieve these goals, the following tasks were set:
-To organize some materials which are helped English teachers.
-To find some research gates and put them in practice.
The theoretical value of the work is to allow the opportunity to search, find, and use various sources in writing. Ideally, these sources will live and strengthen the composition..
The practical value of the work. The information brought into forth in the work are very useful for students who study in English language and literature departments. Moreover, the analyses given in the work are practical for students and learners’ improvement of English.
The structure of the work. Hereby work consists of introduction, 2 main chapter with 4 parts, conclusion and the list of the used literature.
CHAPTER I LANGUAGE OF POETRY AND POETIC LANGUAGE
1.1. Importance of language in poetry
Poetry is one of the most important and powerful forms of writing because it takes the English language, a language we believe we know, and transforms it. Suddenly the words do not sound the same or mean the same. The pattern of the sentences sounds new and melodious. It is truly another language exclusively for the writer and the reader. No sonnet can be examined within the same way, since the words cruel something diverse to each of us. For this reason, numerous discover verse an slippery craftsmanship frame. Be that as it may, the issue in understanding verse lies in how you examined verse. Perusing it consistently comes about in in general comprehension, unbending and constant. In any case, perusing it sincerely permits the subtleties and catch 22s to enter our understanding. Anybody who writes poetry can confirm, you have got to compose it with an open heart. So as a peruser, we must do the same. All lyrics are bits of knowledge into the foremost hint inward workings of the writer’s intellect and soul. To read it coldly and reasonably would be closing the entryway on the relationship that the author is endeavoring to fashion with you. Opening your heart to verse is the as it were way to urge fulfillment from it. On the off chance that you envision verse as a journey, you must be willing to believe the author to direct you. Unwilling perusers will never involvement each portion of the enterprise within the same way open disapproved perusers do.The journey may be filled with dead ends and suffering or endless joy and happiness. And still, you continue on. You pick up the poem, you read, you listen, and you feel. Every student has the opportunity to experience this phenomenon, to reach a new level of maturity as they attempt to unravel the meaning of each poem, like they will attempt to unravel different challenges in life ahead. Thus far in my course we have studied Elizabeth Bishop Sylvia Plath and Seamus Heaney in depth. Each with their own unique and fascinating life stories which they highlight in each of their poems. Sylvia Plath was one of the most dynamic and admired poets of the 20th century. By the time she took her life at the age of 30, Plath already had a following in the literary community. In the ensuing years her work attracted the attention of a multitude of readers, who saw in her singular verse an attempt to catalogue despair, violent emotion, and obsession with death. This complex and despairing woman had gained such a level of universality through her works. Although she may not be the most idealistic of role models for our generation, she is a woman who displays no apprehension in sharing her innermost thoughts and feelings with the world.
Seamus Heaney, also known as the ‘King of Poetry’, was referred to by The New York Review of Books essayist, Richard Murphy as ‘the poet who has shown the finest art in presenting a coherent vision of Ireland, past and present.’ Heaney has secured himself the title of a humble and thoughtful man and poet, who could identify and understand others. His poetry, as a result, is sensitive and sympathetic, as it shows us a man meditating on his own childhood and various precious relationships. Heaney has another picture as a artist who celebrated the conventional creates and the character of the country’s tenants. Through his verse, Heaney perceives what is nice and he cherishes and celebrates it. Typically something our era needs, this fixation with realism is devouring us as of presently and examining a writer who recognized the straightforward, however beautiful elements of life is uplifting. My top pick artist on the course needs to be Elizabeth Religious administrator. As I examined her verse I got to be more transfixed in her poetic abilities and the numerous challenges she had to overcome all through her life. I have gotten to be more develop within the prepare and I am so thankful that my educator included her in our ponders. What strikes me most approximately Minister as a artist is that she never stowed away her blemishes and the scars of her past from her perusers. She portrayed everything how it was. She was an genuine and bona fide writer, who was competent of inquiring her perusers to not as it were center on her, but with her. Each of these artists had such a level of intelligence, brilliance and imaginative control that all English tutee’s are endeavoring towards. For occurrence, I accept Heaney’s sonnet ‘The Forge’ can reflect their yearning superbly.Heaney highlights the sacred nature of art by describing the blacksmith at work and thus himself writing poetry. In ‘The Forge’, the blacksmith works on his raw materials, hammering and shaming it until it assumes the form intended. In the same way, the poet must use his skill and craft to shape with words-poems from the raw material of his own experience. From the beginning we are aware of Heaney’s great admiration and awe for the blacksmith. He says ‘All I know’, meaning that he himself is aware that he has much to learn before he attains the skill exhibited by the blacksmith, I guess you could say that we are all like Heaney, as he looked towards the blacksmith for inspiration, we are seeking inspiration from Heaney himself. However, for now we are just observers. With each Poet we study, we are immersed in the talent that they produce and become familiar with their stories and their personalities. We almost feel as though we are given the key to all their thoughts and memories and can interpret it in any way we deem satisfactory. It is a gift. I believe that Poetry is an element of English that we will carry with us into our journey towards adulthood. The sheer inspiration these poets hold for their readers is so beautiful and their works are so captivating that they would be impossible to forget. Different factors of my quotidien are prompting me to recall some of the genius works from these poets. For instance, I was walking along the salthill peer with my mother and I spotted a little sail boat with a young boy and his father as they spent the glorious evening fishing. I immediately recalled Bishop’s poem ‘The Fish’. Bishop was a painter as well as a poet in her time and we could vividly see the traces of her paintbrush in this poem in particular as she provides us with such an intimate and beautiful portrait of the ‘tremendous fish’. I thoroughly enjoyed this poem for it’s close observation and detailed description, culminating in a moment of insight. She had expected to catch the fish but what I found very interesting was that it was actually Elizabeth Bishop who was ‘caught’ by the fish. Each of the poets innovation comes from ordinary day-to-day life, like that of the fish, the harvest bow in Heaney’s poem ‘Harvest Bow’ reminded him of his father. This poem captures the intensity and power with which memories can visit us. Touching the bow causes Heaney’s memories of a long ago evening to come rushing. There is also a powerful sense of nostalgia in the depiction of the poet and his father walking through the ‘railway slopes’, Heaney with his ‘fishing rod’ and his father with his ‘stick’. We see this in the poet’s declaration that he was ‘already homesick/for the big lift of these evenings’ Heaney now connects the past with the present. He realises that these good times have now passed with feelings of intense disappointment. Perhaps that, why these memories means so much to him and why he paints a picture of such an ordinary event as being extraordinary is because, deep down, he knows that these special times with his father have passed. Also of course in Plath’s poem ‘Black Rook in Rainy weather’. ‘A wet black rook arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain’ is a symbol of how the ‘minor light’ of life can shine suddenly through banal objects. The rook is an ordinary bird, which serves to focus Plath’s vision. It is a ruse she chooses in order to instil patience in herself. She settles for its minor light while she awaits a more transcendent vision. This poem is a deeply personal poem which reveals a lot about Plath’s mind state. The rook and Harvest Bow, two inanimate objects that I certainly would not cast more than a glance at, are analysed by both Plath and Heaney and they have shown a complete new meaning for them. They probe beneath the surface of each day-to-day object they encounter which shows works of genius. Thereby, giving these objects a surreal and gratifying meaning for their readers. It has certainly made me more aware of my surroundings and I can now acknowledge the simple, yet beautiful aspects of life. Poetry at its best calls forth our deep being. It dares us to break free from the safe strategies of the cautious mind; it calls to us, like the wild geese from an open sky. It is a magical art, and always has been — a making of language spells designed to open our eyes, open our doors and welcome us into a bigger world, one of possibilities we may never have dared to dream of. This is why poetry can be dangerous as well as necessary. Because we may never be the same again after reading a poem that happens to speak to our own life directly. I know that when I meet my own life in a great poem, I feel opened, clarified, confirmed somehow in what I sensed was true but had no words for. Anything that can do this is surely necessary for the fullness of a human life. Poems are necessary because they honor the unknown, both in us and in the world. They come from an undiscovered country; they are shaped into form by the power of language, and set free to fly with wings of images and metaphor. Imagine a world in which everything is already known. It would be a dead world, no questions, no wonder, no other possibility. That’s what my own world can feel like sometimes when my imagination has gone into retreat. I have discovered that poetry is the phoenix I can fly on to return to that forgotten land. And yet for all its magic, poetry uses the common currency of our daily speech. It uses words that are known to all of us, but in a sequence and order that surprises us out of our normal speech rhythms and linear thought processes. Its effect is to illuminate our lives and breathe new life, new seeing, new tasting into the world we thought we knew. Poetry is also a way of rescuing the world from oblivion by the practice of attention. It is our attention that honors and gives value to living things, that gives them their proper name and particularity; that retrieves them from the obscurity of the general. Poems that galvanize my attention shake me awake. They pass on their mindfulness, their prayerfulness, to me, the peruser. This can be why verse can make us more completely human, and more completely locked in in this world. As I see the youthful individuals of my era so ingested and immersed into the world of innovation, which is additionally a virtuoso however savage put, it disheartens me. Within the past, Writers have utilized verse as a forum of expression. They have propelled numerous individuals with their important works. It may be a commendable expression of feeling and aesthetics and gives a sense of what is lovely almost the world. In any case youthful people now desire to recover all their data and concepts from the web. They get immediate delight without any exertion required. Verse may be a mysterious craftsmanship and continuously has been- It may be a making of dialect spells planned to open our eyes, open our entryways and welcome us into a greater world, one of conceivable outcomes we may never have challenged dream around. Poetry is the reason my love for English prospered and I will cherish my memories studying poetry. The scholar Rita Dove captured poetry in her explanation perfectly by saying “Poetry is language at its most distilled and powerful”.